Tides In, Tides Out

Strong drink fogs the mind
and dulls the senses.
Bootlegging adulterates,
and adultery is witchcraft.

Sorry?

One plus one equals two
like 3 - 1 = 2, too.
It's not about being glad or sad.

It's the way it is,
when someone Amy-so- talented
chooses to dead.

Flag of Our Fathers

Think is a tank to be defended like cannon.
Think are the trudging platoons trenching the front.
Think raises the banner.
Think honors good work.
Think belongs to the smart.
The smart belong to the brave.
The brave belong with the free.
Flag of our fathers bequeath to the kids.

Sub Artic Folk Song # 2

And comes the time to ring your bell,
to dance Rasputin on the keg.
I smell old school, don't I?
It's 'cause romance is not my language.

Let me kiss you one last time, neither of us
is bound to live till summer.
Tell me again, what's your name,
and ist das German dat du sprechen?

The Battle of Berlin, January 1945

Sub Artic Folk Song

Ashen sky peels back into Lady Twilight's skinny leotards.
The days are getting shorter, our long johns will soon need washing.

When I think of fall, I think of crows.
How long have you been waiting for me to arrive?

Did you not see me on Doka Bridge,
when you were shoeless and in stripped pajamas?

Did you not feel me cover your back in Amsterdam,
even in America when you jamming the jazz streets of Harlem?

nEAR Perfect

Not since I was in kindergarten,
have I had the leisure to contemplate
what happiness is and often falls short of being.

I live an idyllic second infancy,
except for the occasional scoldings from Wife,
who craves 24/7 bodily and intellectual stimulation,

resisting to be to me
demure and chaste like a nun,
I, her priest and confessor.

Starlight

A star's radiance does not depend
on how many eyes telescope it on a given night.
The star is centered in its own existence,
though in night's infinite fabric,
it is but the tiniest of pinholes.

What can be said stars, can be said of thee.

Formality matters

Lessons learned are earned
and usually well deserved,
though them awaiting the noose
may not be able to bear it.

If they are sobbing sloppily,
give them pause.
If they are silent, credit them
for maintaining a sense of decorum.

Marriage Sinks

A raging brain is a universe wronged.
The woman I married, wife to a house,
curses the spouse six decades long,
No longer the man, I lean on old age.
The tip of my cane, Morse codes my missteps.

Do peacocks have feathers?

Vanity, vanity, all is vanity?
How about sex. success and religion?
Show me the business, I'll give you the measure.

So what about sex? The motive is pleasure.
And what's with success? Pure pomp and circumstance.
How about ole time religion? Are you the Pope,
and if you are, when did you last wear camel skins?

Second Hand Smoke

There are places where we are most at home,
usually in song, ballads of the road
where you strum to no one listening,
where you sacrifice self on hard liquor stands
in holocaust whiffs of secondhand smoke.

Wait

No discernible pattern has been detected,
therefore, initiate no aggressive action.
There are moments to wait and moments to flee.

Sense the tide turning in your favor.
Beg no favor except of Him
who has predetermined every outcome.

No Child Left Behind

The bee's buzz intensified 10,000 times,
sings your trumpet, child of mine.
Idleness damn but work brings salvation.

Do not fear the dark. Know who you are.
Neither fear being left alone.
Be confident in to whom you belong.

The bee's buzz intensified 10,000 times
sings my country is of thee.
Idleness damns but work brings salvation.

Watermelon Woman Farmer

The best place on earth for you
is where you're suppose to be.

What a wonderful God made watermelons.
The prayer for all seasons is WOW!

Poeticks

I never saw a poem I could write,
not at depth profoundly sad.

Be glad, lest they would have gone by wayside,
like leaf carried by torrents to the drainpipe,
like all you ever hoped shot to pieces.

You get my drift, I never saw a poem
I could right.

Conservation

Let no sheet of paper on which abstractions have been explored
find its way into your waste basket, when with a mere stroll to the backyard,
you can bury it to serve as weed inhibitor.

How far is the journey?

Piano ivory, piano ebony wired softly to astrophysics (I like to think,)
My fingers fandango the stars fantastic, keyboard skipping is my trick.
Nicotine armpits, forehead pouring, are these the questions
you've been meaning to ask?

How much much do I love you?
How deep is your throat.

How high is the high?
I couldn't venture a guess.

How far is the journey?
Flip the coin, already.

From Hither to Here

Words mouthed, words written,
ricochet behind the lids,
we visions acting out.

Blueprints are words,
reverberations are utterances,
of events witnessed, invented or soon to occur,

like the trip to the zoo when I was little,
where I saw 2 rhinos copulate,
or the thought that persists I can not lock down.

There's more to what surfaces
and more to what ripples
after it sinks.

A Mental What?

Mental blocks are mental voids.
Nothing's coming out 'çause nothing's going in.

In disregard to the observance of silence,
I attempted to complete a chapter today.

As an observant Jew,
I ought not scribe on Sabbath.

Cavernous

Purple pool in the under ground
I follow the path my derby floats by
Here I am him, here I am her
chime and lull between the gongs
Here I am faceless, here I am time

Twitt Knit

If you don't believe in spirits,
you haven't considered the cell phone phenomenon;
folks driving cars and buggies in aisles,
eyes blank, ears committed to cricket-like chatter,
a world divisible, invisible, yet contagiously audible,
twitter knit, humanity established

in a simulated kingdom of insects.

Like Rain

Rain falls in divers weights and intensities.
Spring showers are light. Summer drenches heavy
Autumn drizzles. Winter's rain streaks cheeks.

This week, it rained a lot. I stayed indoors.
Religiously, I watched the Casey Anthony Case.
With an eye for inquisition, I judged her positively guilt.

What my surprise when the jury saw it different!
Just before the verdict was spoken, I felt sorry for the accused.
Maybe she had killed her 2 year old daughter. Maybe she hadn't.

We are victims all.
On another note, what relief brings rain.
What release when a strong wind bends trees and shakes the forest.

How far can I go with this?

My timbers sag,
my heart is bandaged in barnacles.
Take three deep breaths and weigh anchor.
Balloon, ahoy! The old boy is back to kid.

Borrowing a line from a famous lady poet,
he places his tattered copy of the Kama Sutra
on the night stand, and in a glass of vodka,
puts his false teeth.

Centering Emotions

When to act, when to stand back,
clarity of mind dictates the action.

When opportunity knocks, courage is indifferent
as to the gross weight of sacrifices.

Risk factors, taken into account,
makes a dare all the more intriguing.